Yesterday, I experienced a sudden feeling of guilt and grief that I couldn’t explain. It’s a phenomenon of our digital era that rarely gets talked about. Losing things digitally now feels like losing

“Oh, she’s naturally quiet”.

I’d hear my mother say that often as a child.
My mother had a way of assuming what she wanted of me, was what I loved about myself.
Yet it would sting me a little

There’s a certain magic in childhood that time can’t steal. It hides in the scent of rain on dry earth, the echo of laughter echoing down a narrow street, and the sweet simplicity of days when happiness was as easy

Chapter 2—Tangled

On the way home, my parents asked, “How was your day?”
“It was fun, but I’m tired now. I want to sleep,” I replied.
They simply nodded. When I arrived, I chatted with them for a while, did

I’ve always found it funny how resumes make life look perfect. Neatly lined up job titles, achievements, percentages, and “strategic campaigns” — all bundled into bullet points. But behind every bullet point, there’s a story. And mine isn’t glamorous —